It was a scorching hot day in July of 2005. I was a 12-year-old walking through a tunnel in right field at the old Yankee Stadium. Earlier that summer, my Little League team had won a sweepstakes to attend a Yankee game, along with the opportunity to take groundballs in right field before the game.
The dark entrance slowly began to fill with light as our team slowly approached the hallowed grounds. I remember feeling anxious with excitement about the opportunity to walk on the grass that many greats had called home. Even at 12, I understood that this opportunity would likely never happen again, and I wanted to be present for it.